Woh! Woh! Woh! Woh! Woh! Woh! Woh! Woh! Woh! Woh! Woh! Y'all a Pop Prix I'm addicted to flexin' on my old Hand-me-downs, they ain't worth more than my old clothes I might f**k up, but I keep that on the low-low Oh, I keep that on the low-low, on the low-low I think I'm addicted to flexin' on my old I think I'm addicted to flexin' on my old I think I'm addicted to flexin' on my old I think I'm addicted to flexin' on my old Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Flexin' on my old Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oo-oo I'm addicted to em' I-I flex on my ex every time that she texts me I'm lookin' like I know I'm the ***, but she sayin' I ain't ***tin' my dick It's like, shut up I'm takin' my new bitch to places I took her, she cannot afford Then I posted on Instagram, stuntin', she tryna ignore it You mad or nah? I bought her new whip, just in spite of that bitch, she be catchin' a bus Seen her pretendin', I'm pickin' her up When I pulled up, I gave her the finger and I bought her a gift, didn't return it I took it right back from her, I ain't gon' never get back with her Unless she sucks me like Dracula, listen, I'm tellin' you I see her in public, it's stunt on a bitch Do you see this coat? Why keep her around if she just gon' drown and jump off the boat? I sent her a text and told her I love her, then sent the reply She blow on my phone and won't leave me alone, so Oh, I'm addicted to flexin' on my old Hand-me-downs, they ain't worth more than my old clothes I might *** up, but I keep that on the low-low Oh, I keep that on the low-low, on the low-low I think I'm addicted to flexin' on my old I think I'm addicted to flexin' on my old I think I'm addicted to flexin' on my old I think I'm addicted to flexin' on my old Flexin' on my old I'm addicted to him I, I show up to all of her family events Cause her momma still love me And she got a new nigga So when I pull up, he be lookin' so jelly If I'm really on tip, I might even show up with one of her buddies As soon as she come up and hug me, I look and I say She tell all her friends that I ain't the man, but she, oh, you mean I know that she want me, she peep on my roadies, I'm ***in' fleek And speaking of roadies, I left her alone cause she wastin' my time She tryna come over and ***, but I cannot see her, I'm legally blind I'm swaggin', listen Linda, I'm swaggin' If you had me, then you a has-been Look at me now with your fashion, Mike Dude, his name is Yasmin I never do cuff him, I pass him like a college exam Bitch, I am the man, I don't give a damn, so Beard, black, yeah I'm addicted to flexin' on my old Hand-me-downs, they ain't worth more than my old clothes I might *** up, but I keep that on the low, low Oh, I keep that on the low, low, on the low, low I think I'm addicted to flexin' on my old I think I'm addicted to flexin' on my old I think I'm addicted to flexin' on my old I think I'm addicted to flexin' on my old Flexin' on my old I'm addicted to him